Cut My Losses
They ain't believe me when I said the price going up
I ain't cutting no losses no more
They follow my leader so why would I fuck with a half pint
Speaking to bosses and up
Give them a reason to blow pipe
It be a cold night 'fore I go snow on the bluff
Making him eat it then night night
Sing him a lullaby, putting your lips on the hush
Don't know the reason except I can die any season
I'm spending this money too frequent
Taking a loss and I'm charging it straight to the game
And I'm telling the bank it's delinquent
Said he ain't running after me, out of touch with reality
Swear that I still saw him reaching
It ain't no stopping me now that I'm out and I'm popping
These bitches all pledging allegiance
I'm running this shit and it still ain't the best of me
Bitches ain't got the ingredients
Half of the shit that it take for the recipe
I'm getting selfish and greedier
Nigga I'm feigning, like uh
You better feed me
They want to know the direction to get to the dough
But I say ain't no rest for me
They try to bite on my shit and I aim for the head
This shit's like The Walking Dead
They with that fighting and shit
And I say I'm too pretty
I'm calling the fucking feds
Straight gaslighting a bitch it can really get heated
I'm saying you dumb as hell
She want to dance with the devil
I'm granting her wish and I'm sending that bitch to hell
They ain't believe me when I said the price going up
I ain't cutting no losses no more
They follow my leader so why would I fuck with a half pint
Speaking to bosses and up
Give them a reason to blow pipe
It be a cold night 'fore I go snow on the bluff
Making him eat it then night night
Sing him a lullaby, putting your lips on the hush
I'm controlling the game
I ain't playing, I'm pimping
Take a percentage, they calling me Kimbo
Slicing it up and I leave em
With little to nothing and telling them boys not to dwindle
They making it hard when this shit really simple
Easy to pop out and get some attention
These bitches would flop if they had my position
Like Perk in the finals be crawling and limping
No ho in me
Know that I be what you be on
Talk about me in the song and it reek huh?
Seeing the stars like he really speak Klingon
I'm not that bitch to part lips bout and speak on
Needing a tutor, I really speak econ
Need a deposit, ain't doing no free song
Need a new bitch, she green like neon
Curving that bitch like I'm whipping a Nissan
(Duh)
I'm letting them breathe, still stepping on necks
Hop out the V and I'm peppermint fresh
Add in a comma and give me a breath
Relax now bitch, I'm next
Moving that weight, no need for the flex
Changing the G to a O, I'm stretching
Yeah
Niggas is dumb
Bitches is done up, they all getting touched
Yeah
Where's the funds?
I'm needing that cash, I ain't do a front
Yeah
Way that I run it
They thinking I'm Chubb, ain't doing no rushing though
Want to be gang, but ain't cut enough
Put the gas in the V and it's stunted up
I ain't cutting no losses no more
They follow my leader so why would I fuck with a half pint
Speaking to bosses and up
Give them a reason to blow pipe
It be a cold night 'fore I go snow on the bluff
Making him eat it then night night
Sing him a lullaby, putting your lips on the hush
Don't know the reason except I can die any season
I'm spending this money too frequent
Taking a loss and I'm charging it straight to the game
And I'm telling the bank it's delinquent
Said he ain't running after me, out of touch with reality
Swear that I still saw him reaching
It ain't no stopping me now that I'm out and I'm popping
These bitches all pledging allegiance
I'm running this shit and it still ain't the best of me
Bitches ain't got the ingredients
Half of the shit that it take for the recipe
I'm getting selfish and greedier
Nigga I'm feigning, like uh
You better feed me
They want to know the direction to get to the dough
But I say ain't no rest for me
They try to bite on my shit and I aim for the head
This shit's like The Walking Dead
They with that fighting and shit
And I say I'm too pretty
I'm calling the fucking feds
Straight gaslighting a bitch it can really get heated
I'm saying you dumb as hell
She want to dance with the devil
I'm granting her wish and I'm sending that bitch to hell
They ain't believe me when I said the price going up
I ain't cutting no losses no more
They follow my leader so why would I fuck with a half pint
Speaking to bosses and up
Give them a reason to blow pipe
It be a cold night 'fore I go snow on the bluff
Making him eat it then night night
Sing him a lullaby, putting your lips on the hush
I'm controlling the game
I ain't playing, I'm pimping
Take a percentage, they calling me Kimbo
Slicing it up and I leave em
With little to nothing and telling them boys not to dwindle
They making it hard when this shit really simple
Easy to pop out and get some attention
These bitches would flop if they had my position
Like Perk in the finals be crawling and limping
No ho in me
Know that I be what you be on
Talk about me in the song and it reek huh?
Seeing the stars like he really speak Klingon
I'm not that bitch to part lips bout and speak on
Needing a tutor, I really speak econ
Need a deposit, ain't doing no free song
Need a new bitch, she green like neon
Curving that bitch like I'm whipping a Nissan
(Duh)
I'm letting them breathe, still stepping on necks
Hop out the V and I'm peppermint fresh
Add in a comma and give me a breath
Relax now bitch, I'm next
Moving that weight, no need for the flex
Changing the G to a O, I'm stretching
Yeah
Niggas is dumb
Bitches is done up, they all getting touched
Yeah
Where's the funds?
I'm needing that cash, I ain't do a front
Yeah
Way that I run it
They thinking I'm Chubb, ain't doing no rushing though
Want to be gang, but ain't cut enough
Put the gas in the V and it's stunted up
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Writer(s): Kimayah Faye
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